[For an audio reading of this essay accompanied by further discussion, see this bonus episode of my podcast, Labyrinths.] [Italian text below]
It has been my fate to bear the infamy of Meredith Kercher’s tragic death, an infamy that belongs to her forgotten killer: Rudy Guede. Despite leaving his DNA on Meredith’s body, despite leaving his fingerprints and footprints in her blood, Guede was never charged with murder. Instead, was he quietly convicted of a lesser charge long before my own trial ever reached a verdict.
Taking his cue from the prosecution and media, Guede has taken every opportunity to…
This year— with its seemingly never-ending pandemic and economic recession and with the president and his enablers threatening our democracy — isn’t just disorienting and sickening. It’s also deeply familiar.
It’s been five years since I was definitively acquitted for a murder I didn’t commit, and I’m still unsure what my best path forward is. I don’t know if I can ever restore my reputation or achieve anything that will impact my life as much as this external trauma has.
I feel perpetually lost.
This year, the rest of the country has joined me. All at once, so many of…
I’ve had more than my fair share of surreal moments. You probably know the obvious ones. The moment an Italian court declared me guilty of a murder I didn’t commit was mind-breaking. Up until that instant, I thought my innocence was a guarantee of my freedom. I was wrong. The moment I was acquitted was just as insane. I had prepared myself to grow old in prison. I’d forgotten what it was like to walk on grass.
Host of Labyrinths (iHeartMedia), The Truth About True Crime (Sundance), and author of Waiting to Be Heard (HarperCollins).